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[redheadlion]

[Hey, the lion's out again! He's in the market, and seems to be looking for more bedding. He's gotten a good helping of blankets, that he's carrying on his back as he goes, but eventually he starts pulling out clothes. He sets a sweater on the ground to look at it, and laughs a little.]

That's strange, why's it shaped like that?

[Maybe Simba

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[redjacketthief]

[Hark! A Lion! Pardon the man in red while he blinks, does a double take, and reaches for his cigarettes to make certain he's not dreaming. He's never met a lion (especially one that talked), and has a history of not being particularly good with children or animals.]

The manufacturers probably didn't have lions in mind when they made the sweater.

[He lights up, ever the cool and casual gentleman. Talking lions are completely normal for him. As normal as psycho magicians and immortal midgits hellbent on world conquest. Really.]

[redheadlion]

Is that what this is called?

[redjacketthief]

Yeah. It's a sweater. Human-type people wear it when it gets cold out.

....I don't think that's gonna work for you.

[redheadlion]

Yeah, probably not. It's not big enough for bedding.

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[boomchucka]

[Is that a talking lion? Selphie giggles to herself before wandering over to Simba and pulling the sweater off the ground.]

We wear these in the winter to stay warm.

[redheadlion]

"Wear" them?

[boomchucka]

Yep!

[She pulls the zipper down on her jacket to show the one she's wearing.]

Just like this.

[redheadlion]

...Huh. How strange.

[soulboundhunter]

[Well, Simba, you're not the only big cat in the store. Around the next corner is another big cat, accompanied by a red-headed...human? With long pointy ears. The lady is putting well-tanned furs and skins back on the pile rather than picking them up, and the cat, when he looks over at Simba, makes a questioning growl. The red head will look up, frowning a little in what may be concern.

Friend or foe, Mr. Lion?]

[redheadlion]

[soulboundhunter]

[And Elder's return gaze says 'Lion you may be, but I've eaten your kind for lunch before'.

Staring aside though, after a moment he yawns, showing his teeth, and then settles into a comfortable sitting position next to Arianthe.

For her part, Arianthe studies Simba carefully, noting the wings on the lion's back.]

Are you...can you...speak?

[redheadlion]

[Simba quickly turns his gaze at Arianthe, who he hadn't really been paying attention to.]

...Yeah. I'm guessing you're from a 'world' where animals don't.

[cakeblocked]

[Don't mind Luke here just staring out of the corner of his eye. He's seen talking skeletons, and he's seen talking giant cat things, but a talking... whatever that is? There are some things he just can't get used to in Luceti.]

[redheadlion]

...What're you staring at?

[cakeblocked]

... Huh? Oh, nothing, sorry...

[Back to looking at whatever it was he was looking at a blank journal.

...

And back to the lion.]

Actually, uh... that's called a sweater. [He's talking to it. What even.]

[redheadlion]

Yeah? What's it for?

[encryptedpages]

[Talking lion? Nope, not strange to him at all. What was strange was- ...Why was a lion looking at a sweater?]

Because a sweater's supposed to; it's something humans wear to keep warm in the colder months.

[...Or so they say. >.>;]

[redheadlion]

Hmm. I guess it is kind of shaped like you guys.

[encryptedpages]

For the torso, anyway. ...Something tells me it might not fit you, though.

[redheadlion]

Yeah, no kidding. You guys are all kinds of scrawny.